"If you two don't get yer hands off of each other, I will cross this fuckin' bar and MAKE you stop fightin'." Kathrine slammed a heavy mug down on the dirty surface of the bar, and listened to the silence that followed. Her other hand gripped a small rag tightly, frozen above it's surface. The silence in the bar echoed in her ears. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at two men, both still gripping at each other's shirts. Her lip curled in a rough snarl as she arched an eyebrow and waited. After a few more seconds she slammed the mug on the table again, making the people closest to her flinch. Slowly, the men loosened their grips and let go of one another. They moved to oppasite ends of the bar, scoffing in the awkward silence and making quiet comments to their buddies. Soon the bar had filled with noise again, and the tension in Kathrine's arms loosened a bit. 

 Kathrine tugged at her work uniform, waiting for the day to end while she scrubbed down the counter. On her hung a pair of loose jean overalls, cut up and worn out. They were her short pair, since it was too hot in the damn place to wear full length jeans, they came down to the middle of her theighs. This, unfortunately, revealed her freckled, bruised and scraped up legs. Her shirt was a simple white top with stains across most of it, the sleeves had been ripped off, showing off her strong arms. She ran one hand through her short hair and sighed. Maintaining a tough image in a bar full of incredibally strong men and women was tough, but she liked it. Pausing from her cleaning she let out a hacking cough before turning to the nearest garbage and spitting out whatever was in her mouth. 

"Whatchya got back there?" A man said as he eyed Kathrine up and down. 

"Beer, moonshine, whiskey and vodka. Dregs if you want somethin' mixed."

"Nah, I mean, what [i]you[/i] got back there?" He smiled at her, revealing a mouth of broken and missing teeth. 

"A knife or my fist in yer face, whichever one you prefer. I can make it shakin' not stirred too." 

The man let out a few rude remarks before getting up to leave. God she wished this night would end faster.